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One thing I is virgin suicide
Shere is something that the wind cries
The way I collect is a bomb threat
meanin if you have my doe
i'm a blow fa
You better have heat when you hang with villian
meaning its cold when I'm chillin
the feelin'
Slipped down on a banana
I seen them dead on the with the blood's skeated to the

I was yo how that happen?
Chuck down gotta keep on rapin
The one bullet, the right place at the time
can turn a hell of a wave into a line
my style pump no blood
it pump weed and gasoline, Nickitine
man ectasy can twist yo
tell that to the freaky them jeans, know what I
It's kind of ironic, make a phone call for the
And let my tigers hold the gin and
man i curse so in blasphemy
but I do what the rap ask me
Have heart, have
have if you dont have muscle bite the punk ear in the

no love or passionate, blow weed in the face of the badest
yet spin a cd, I try not to get sleepy
on the grind when it's creepy, gods wanna teach me
pocahantes makin for me bustin in the tee pee
My All Star Chuck Taylors, they like the mayor
street ball player
rapinfied sayer
you be Nicky man no favor, real poppa
I disappeare like Hopper
on Easter
pants in the heavy starch to her

t with the vestes feature
miesha check it its the god of
Chuck Taylor down the Ramidan
feeling,
slip up and down the banana peelin,
you got a scheme what you dealin
man the tinted
with the wrapped dope in it
Its Popeye with his spinach
run like you playing tennis
and you still aint
international the party crackin like its pistachios
the got it poppin like a fashion show
make a move me birdy baby, grab the dough,
a linebacker
i got a gift like a blind
put a whole new six
at pole with the lock jaw
in the with the rock raw
you me of cocaine and do do stains,
man its the shitty dealer
worm catapilla
weed collide like the sun and the
and I'm trippin of that room with the blood on the ceiling
ya feelin'
my taylors got me creepin
and rap
come through and you stunned
and in
and leave my heart on the block like the glock
in the bushes of wood man u did you could
with the little you got are you or hot
put it down the plot, and got knocked
and went to jail naked in ya and socks
it up to ya woman man to move ya rocks
and the freak turned the spot a hot box
Chuck Taylors All Stars and stars
my way to the bar and there you are
Catch ya

Hey sister give me of them shoes